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i, B.SMITH, rroprt.tol. WELLINGTON. OHIO. THE BOY NEXT DOOR. YelU thst brought to mini the larace la hi war-palot iU Uertl Raid that oft recalled tbersTSira . Of torn border-land expert! Hangtsgsoa to tree and fences, In bit efloru to explore ; Startling to a body's aenaea Wat the Uttle boy next door I If window cane wsa shattered, Or a missile cleared (be air; If the street's aepoee was loatf red Beads out peeping, ersry where Little need tor ex Inflation, All bad happened oft before ; Mite of terror and rexat on Was that little boy net t door I Cats and dogs ty Intu tlnn. Knew of hit approach, and fled; Jaunty was the bat's position On bis rovuUo, curly bead. As wltb bearing Independent He would bound tbe oroMlne o'er; W.tb good nature nil resplendent Was tbe little bJy o il door. Brare, ehlralrlo and reipeotful To tbe old who eame b w uy, Wltb a ifmpaiht regret.'ul Toward eaeh beitgar. duy by day; Bow tbe wild and tame were mingled la bis nature's bounteont store I Bow my norroe were bourly tingled By that little boy n-it door. Wnen, st sunset, homeward walking, Once I missed tbe children's noise, Marked their groups In whispers talking, Leaving all their romping Joys, Saw tbe snow-wmte ribbons streaming From thj bouse I stopped before Tear-drop, ot my oheeki were gleaming For the llltle boy next door. tieorge Cooper, In N. Y. Independent LONE HOLLOW; Or, Tbe Peril of the Penroys. A Thrilling and Rotnantlo Btory of Love and Adventure. Br itM II. Msntuix, author or "Boons Bai," "Ftsaxn Job" ajid Otbib Stories, Copyright, v, ey tht A. K. Kellogg Km papt Cionuany. CHAPTER t' BArri.sn TitAiim. "HolB-hclDl" It was a woman's cry, und rung out In piteous terror through tlio male of llio dim old woods. A young girl stood with lier buck agulnst tho trunk of tree, with extended hikiid,a took of terror on hr white, beautiful fiico. At ber feet lny stn-wn a muss of forest flowers, some of them purUully woven Into wreath. Tbe objeot of the) girl's terror was re vealed Id tbe form of a man, bl k and floroe looking, with bushy bourd, uncouth dress and the swaggor of low-bred ruftlan. He had pushed his wuy suddenly into the bar row glade occupied by tho young girl, and It waaalow obuekle from his lips that .caused her to start to bor feet "Come bore an' lot me kiss you, pretty," attend the man. Then be began to move toward ber. It was at this moment that alio gave utter ance to the cry of alarm that open our wtnry. Tbe man was a stranger to Grace Penny, and bis forbidding aspect quite frightened her, even aside from bis threatening words. "Don't touch me, air," pleadod Grace, in a low voice. Bhe was too deeply terrified now to speak loudly or to cry out as she had done at the outset. "Go fur her, Bill. I'll stand toy or back. Els bar, and tbco wo'll see what's next to oe did." And tbon a second man, fur worse-looking than tbe fin. I, pushed Into view. lie was ragged, dirty and bloar-eyed, bis sandy hair and board not having made tbe ac quaintance of comb or brush i J months, ap parently. They were certainly as Ill-looking a pair of tramps as one would meet within a thousand miles' Journey. Grace Penroy was now too frightened to otter a word, ller blood seemed to freeze in ber voins, and a chill stole over every nerve, rendering bor rigid and motionless as a atatue. A grunt of satisfaction fell from the lips of the man addressed as Bill, and with a quick etrido ,bo stood at the side of tbe startled glrL "Uelol" A cry did come to the pallid lips, but this only served to eorago the vicious tramp. Be grated bis teeth and shook ber florcely. "i'lll'arnye," be hissed, oltliu seme time drawing tbe paralysed girl toward biro. ' That moment was an awful one to poor Omce Penroy. A fate worse thun death stun d her In the fuco. Bho remembered then the prophosy of an old gipsy that tbe family of Penroy was destined to go down in woe to final extinction. Hhe could see tbe wrinkled, hideous face of the bag proph etess, and it took on the outlines of tho tramp's wicked countenance. "lion't yell if you don't want to die I" hinsrd the ruffian, drawing her, unresist ing now. toward him. Ills liyenical grin was rvpulaivd. Hit breath fanned bor cheek. Hhe was ready to faint with flight when an interruption came that was both atartling and unexpected. A sullen OmA, awful In Its distinctness, fell on the oar of Grace Penroy. Tho clutch on bor arm suddenly relaxed and the giant tramp sank, limp as a dishing, at ber foet. i Grace reeled and clutched a small sapling for support. At ber foet lay tbe ruffian, with blood upon his black countenance. A heavy object bad shot from a troe-Uip upon tils head, that object now lying beside him a short, silver-mounted rifle, tbe butt of which had done deadly work. Tbe second tram p was startled. He glanced about In evident alarm, but, seeing no one, made a sudden move to seise tbe rifle. Ho was not quick enough to ac complish bis design, bo wove r. A dark form a not through tho leaves and stood beside tbe prostrate tramp a youth of slender form, who snatohed tbe rifle from Its resting place and presented tho muzzle at the breast of tbe discomfited tramp. "If you don't care to die, you will more tff." There was a low sternness in tbe voice that was effective. Tramps are proverbially cowards, and this one waa no exception. )U retreated sudden iy, and began to peg fog merry. !" Doa't stop to be," cried the boy, sneer lafftj. "The eoHtttry has bo use for such vermin, and I bad as lief shoot you as not. Gel" The scoundrel wsJfced to bear no more, bat wheeled end led at tbe lop of his peed. Thee the recover of female iano faosc Grace Feasor. jle irt haadaome youth of apparently twenty. His ace waa dark, bis black hair banging la ion g, wavy masses to his shoul ders. His upper lip was adorned with a black mustache. Hie dress was plain, yet of fine cloth, and bis rather small feet were) incased la heavy shoes. One of his hands had a blood-stain across tt where it had been scratched by a twig. " Miss Penroy, I believe," said tbe young man, lifting bis gray cap with a smile that revealed rows of even white teeth. "Yes. air," she answered, opening ber honest gray eyes wide with astonishment. "You are a stranger to me," she con cluded, after a moment. "I suppose so. But few people In and about Stonefleld, or Lone Hollow, know Louis Fingal; even you never heard the name I venture to say." "I never did until this moment," ad mitted Graoo, blushing prettily under hit earnest gase. "You may learn more of me In the future,' be said, leaning thoughtfully on his haudsome rifle. "I hope so. I owe you much. Will you not come to tbe bousel Grandfather will be pleased to see one who has befriended his pet grandchild. It all seems strange to me. ' You wore up in a tree. I do not fully understand it even now." She shuddered and clung more tightly to the sapling for support, while her honest gray eyes regarded his handsome face questioningly. "I was to the woods gunning, looking for doer. I know that old hunters some, times watch a doer-trail from an ' ele vated porch my brother always did, and he was one of the most successful Nimrods In the West." "And were you perched up there watch ing for a door!" questioned innocent Grace. 'That's about the truth of It," be ad mitted. " But there hasn't been a deer In these woods in years," and she laughed for the first time. " I must beg leave to differ with you there, Hiss Penroy." "But I know," affirmed the glrL "I have lived at Lone Hollow for years and years " " And never saw a deer?" " Never " " Yet I have been bore but one day, and have seen as pretty a one as I could wish to look on. I sat entranced watching the beautiful crouture, consequently forgot all about my rifle." There was a quizzical smile on bis face, while a mischievous glint sparkled In his eyes. Iler long lashes dropped, covering her gray orbs. Bho bit hor lip in some confu sion. His full meaning dawned on her bruin, and she did feel annoyed, and cer tainly would have boon off onded hud not she owed so much to tho youth before her. "Novor mind, Miss Penroy," and his merry Inuph rang out pleasantly. "I did not meun to givo offense, I see that this fellow is stirring. Blmlllbind him and turn him over to t'.o authorities for punish ment, or do you prefer to overlook bis rusrulilyf Grace regarded the fallen trump with a lit t lo tremor of disqust and fear. ' "I I think I will not punish blm further. If ho rccovors he will not forget the blow, and-" "Of course. We will leave him to the tortures of an outraged conscience," inter rupted Fingul, lightly. "Are you sure tbatbe la not mortally injured!" questioned the tender-hearted Grace. " I am sure of It. Even If he was mor tally hurt who would weep for him I" " He had a mother once," was Grace's soft answor. "So had we all," sighed Fingal, his light mood vanishing suddenly. "But there's no danger of harming such a follow as this with an ordinary thump; their heads are thick. He bent down and made a brief exami nation. J "No barm done," be said at length, com ing to bis foot. "I believe I will accompany you home. There's one resident at Lone Hollow whom I wish to see." "A friend I" "No; an enemy." "lean not conceive of such a thing," de clared Grace. "1 am sure all the Inmates of my borne are good people." "Perhaps you don t know Lura Joyoe as well as I do." "LuraJoyoel" Tho girl uttered tho words in evidont sur prise. "You bave mot Miss Joyce, have you notl" "Never. We bave been expecting her at Lono Hollow, howover. Bbe is my cousin, I suppose." "And she has not arrived then I" uttered Fingul, in a disappointed tone. "I am sorry, for I have a bone to pick with that young ludy. Perhaps I bad best rot goto tho bouse." " But grandfather would be pleased to see you," urged Grace, who was really quite pre possessed In the young man's favor, In spite of the f.tft that he wore long hair and was very plain spoken. After a little reflection Fingal continued In Grace's company, and tho two In a little timo camo in sight of a rambling stone dwelling built upon an elevation that occu pied Ibe exact center of a vast basin, whose aides wore covered with trees and bushes. CHAPTER IL ST LOXa HOLLOW. ' As we have said, a rumbling stone man akin loomed up on tho summit of a mound thut occupied (lie cooler of an Immense baMn or bollow. The elevated land was not raised as high as the surrounding country; on the con trary, the hills about the basin wore fully tip to a line with the highest point of the roof on tbe dwelling In the bollow. It waa fully a mile from the spot where tho girl and young man stood to the farther side of tbe sink beyond the dwelling. Tbe country presented a weirdly wdd ap pearance, not a human habitation being vis ible save the stone house In tbe hollow. A wagon road wound its way down the aide of the hill and passed up the elevation Kst the front of the old bouse, losing itself yond, but again appearing on the further rise, cutting squarely through the low, yet dense growth of tree on its summit. It would seem thst Grace Penroy had wan dered some distance from tile home roof on this quiet, cloudless summer day. It was nothing new for ber, however. "That la Lone Hollow," uttered Fingal, musingly. "It is well named, that Is cer tain." " Yes, I think so," returned Grace. "The bouse Is old, baring been built by my ma ternal grandfather." " Have you lived here alt your life!" " Indeed, no. We bave been here scarce ly more than a year." war M Mother, grandfather aud L" "And your father!" "Is dead," she answered, mournfully. It was an accident . A nckms horse flung blm, and neighbors round blm by the road side dead that was two years ago." "Yes. Where wwre yon living then!" ' Tbe young man seemed extremely curi ous, but Grace felt no off on se. It had been along time sluoe niio had met one other own age wltb whom she could talk, and so she Indulged herself freely on the present occasion. " We were living not far from Detroit father's business waa in that city.", "Indeed I Do you like this lonesome place!" ; . ' . ; "At first I did not." " I see. You have become accustomed to. the solemn old plaoe." " Yes, in a measure." " Do you often wander so far from home as to-day? It seems to me not wholly safe for you to do so," persisted Fingal. J .. j "Not often. I am, however, privileged to do as I please. I expect, when my cousin comes, I shall take Immense pleasure la visiting all the noted scenes and wild places In the neighborhood," declared Grace, with no little enthusiasm. "You tell me you bave never seen your cousin. Certainly you do not know that you will like her." "No, but then I mean to. Itoertainly will be her fault if I do not," declared Grace, emphatically. "I believe so myself," be returned, smil ing Into the pretty, flushed face of his beau tiful companion. "There are noted spots In this violnlty, you tell me!" "Many. Just a milo to the west Is Hang man's Gulch, whore 'tis said one of tbe first settlors was lynohed for murder. Then I have heard that not far from this hollow is a oone where at one time old LiloDoty secreted himself several days from his pur suers. You see, we live in a romantic re gion." " I should say so," agreed Fingal. You ought to be a poet, or an artist, Miss Penroy, then you might immortalize the country roundabout." They walked on then, descending the hill, following the wagon road along up the next Incline to the front door of the old mansion. On the porch an old man sat smoking a pipe. His hair waa white aa the drives snow, his face smooth-shaven after the manner of olden times. His dress was quaint and old, and altogether be presented the appearance of one of the revolutionary patriarchs. He sat in a huge arm-chair as old and as quaint aa himself, while at bis side, lean ing against bis knee, was a heavy cane out from the native woods. He removed his pipe when be saw tbe two young people coming up the broad graveled walk, pushing with wrinkled fingers bis glasses high upon bis bald brows. "Ehl It'sGracie, and -and, yes, by tbe beard of the prophet, It's a young man I Confound It; confound it, I sayl One young man Is enough for a glrL Haven't I told her" " Grandpa, this is Mr. Fingal. He saved my life, and I want you to thank him, as I can not, for the act Mr. Fingal, Grandpa Vandible." Tbon Grace went In to her mother, leaving tbe two gentlemen together. ' Excuso me," suid Mr. Vendible, as he shook the stranger's band without rising, " I've got tho stiffness of old age In my bones, and can't got up and down as I once could." " Cortalnly, sir." Fingul laid his rifle carefully aside and accented a chair thut stood near. "Grnco says you saved her Ufa What dldslio tneuu! I'm sure tbe huzzy ought not to put herself In d jngor. I'vo warned her rnougli, yen, I br.vc. L,ut there's no end of trouble cue baa with the girls, confound 'em ; yes, I say, confound 'em." Then Mr. Vandible readjusted bis glasses, and potted his cane gently while he resumed bis smoking. Fingal explained tbe meaning of Grace's words, and when be had modestly told bis story the old man's cane fell with a mighty crash to tbe floor. Up wens the glasses once more, and the pipe waa quickly removed from his lips. "Confound it, confound It, say," uttered Mr. Vendible. "It isn't really safe for a young girl to go out unattended," asserted Fiugal, after moment "No, it ain't, that's a fact I've talked till all waa blue to keep Grace from running wild in this way, but I might Just as well talk to a fence-post I bad. I'll tell you, my young friend, one thing," and the old maa laid bis hand on Fingal's knee and regarded him with a queor pucker of the gray line, speaking evidcntlyinconfidence, "I've tried to have Grace marry a protector, I havo." ' Such a comical look came to tho old fol low's face as to bring a smile to the lips ot Fingal In spite of his 'efforts at gravity as beflttcd the occasion. "Could she do that I" queried the young man, quickly, in order to escape boing thought rudo. "Could she! Could Grace Penroy marry! Great Muhomet I Young chap, there Isn't a gentleman in forty miles of Lone Hollow who wouldn't jump at the chance to wed Morgan Vendible's grandchild. Bhe's an heiress, my boy, an heiress to millions. Confound It, sir, confound it she ihaU marry, say, and at once. I want this trouble off my mind. This looking after ons girl is a torment and to think another Is coming. It'll be pandomomum bore alter that; yes, pandemonium, say." The old man groaned, jammed his glasses once more over his eyes, resumed his pipe and began smoking furiously. Fingal foil that be bad found an original, and was Immensely pleased. "I suppose," he ventured, "that HIM Penroy has suitors In plenty, then)" "Suitors! Young man, why shouldn't be bavol Fortune bun tors, though, the most of 'cm; devilish fortune hunters, and I'll have none of 'cm, none of 'em, I say, thut I won't" " Isn't thore one you approve!" "Yes, there is one." Puff puff puff. Fingal waited some moments for the old man to proceed. He seemed in no hurry to speak, so the youth broke the silence with: "The gentleman whom you approve is " " Captain Btarbrigbt" Then tbe old man removed his pipe and caressed his companion's knee tenderly. " You nevor saw tbe captain, sir!" " I never did." " A gentlomsn, every Inch of him; one of tho old school. You could hang your soul on bis honor and it would be safe, sir, Utterly safe, say. "And Miss Penroy r' "Oh, she likes him well enough, of course, but she's a little backward about acknowledging it That's natural, you know, perfectly natural. Girls of to-day are so timid." "To me Grace Penroy seoms quite brave, Mr. Vandible." . . - "Eh! Does she! Bo you've taken the pains to notice, have you I" and the old maa shoved up his glasses and eyed big visitor from foot to bead sharply. Doubtless he was wondarlng If this new-comer was to put In a claim as one of bis granddaughter's suitors. Tbe young follow seemed danger oualy handsome, to say the least, and bt the end of his eianiineUou the old man frowned. Before be ouukt speak again the sound f wheels fell on tlMsesrs of tbe twain, urace came out on tho steps as e rumbling atagai coach halted, with ateaailog horses, at the gate. Aboavytruak was "Mumped" fresm the rear of the vehicle, and then tbe driver cracked hie whip ind the coach rouud oo,,t No one had alighted, and Grace gave eX' presaloa le bor surprise la words t ....... "Iwunderwuy ebeduleoAoooie. It's toe late now too ask the driver, I suppose. That must be my cousin's trunk." "I don't think it la too late," tittered Fin gal, springing up and hastening In pursuit of the stage. He was fleet of foot, and soon overtook the lumbering vehicle. ' "The gal '11 come to'arda night," said John, iu answer to Fingul's question. "Yaas, the ohist was hern. Bbe'U be along with a private rig, I was told." And Fingal brought this Information back to Grace and her grandfather. "I'd a pesky sight rather she'd stay away altogether," grunted the old man. "Why, grandpa!" cried Oraoe. " had, though. Her mother was the worst female I ever saw. Bhe'd a cata mount temper, and gave poor Jonas, her husband, no end of trouble. If Lura's any like ber mother I want none of her. May be, though, she's like meek Jonas. If so, It wouldn't take much of a hand to manage her." t "Grandpa, remember, that Lura hasn't any father or mother now, and that we must be kind to tbe orphan." "Yea, yes, that's true, Gracie. We'll be kind to ber, and she shall have half my fort une if she behaves herself. say that and I mean it, do " The old man bad various moods. At one time he seemed harsh and stem, while per haps the next minute he would be all sym pathy and compassion. He had one soft spot and that was love for his grand daughter. Fingal excused himself and was about to depart, when Mr. Vandible said, suddenly "Boy, I haven't settled with you for smashing the head of tho tramp who In sulted Oracle. How much do I owe you! Name your own price now. Don't be bash ful ; I can pay any amount from' a dollar up to a million, can." Tbe old man drew, a well-filled wallet from his pocket and proceeded to open It with pompous deliberation. "Why, grandpa)" exclaimed Grace, shocked at the practicality of the old gentle man. But Fingal received tbe offer in good part "Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Vandible,'-' he said, with a laugh. "I may crave your hospitality on more than one occasion, which, coupled with a friendly smile from Miss Grace, will be ample rew rd." "Yes, yes; but confound it, that's just what I don't wunt The girl's got more youngsters hanging round her now than abe can manage." "Granapa, why will you" "Btopl stop I step I" commanded the old man, thumping the boards with his cane. He looked very angry, and poor Oraoe waa completely orushed. Bhe dared say no more, and with a parting word Fingal walked away. "High-strung young buck," muttered tbe old man, after tho joung hunter was gone. "Grandpa," protested the girl, "you have offended the gentleman. I am sure be will never come bore again." "That's exactly right," chuckled Mr. Vendible, resuming his pipe. "I don't want him hanging and dangling around. There's that Impudent Austin Wontword '11 bave to travel the next time I see blm. To think of a girl having Vires lovers. It's perfectly awful, outrageous, wicked, repre hensible and indelicate say. Havon't I told you thut Clinton Btarhrllit was the one approved of. and tho one you must marry. You know I havo, you huzry, and I don't want any back ta'k, cither, remem ber that now." Aguin the old man's cane made the floor Jar with Its owner's emphatic earnestness. Grace knew tbe old roan's moods full well. As for back ta.k, she once Indulged in It, but of late had been wise enough to refrain. Bbe walked calmly into tbe bouse and sent one of the men servants to bring la the trunk that the stage bad deposited at the gate. fro SI COSTIKCSD.) CHAT ABOUT. CANES. The Walklng-BUck of Early American His tory and That of Ts-day. About nine men out of ten carry canes, and one man out of ten really needs a cans. Originally a cane ivas a branch of a tree, sometimes used as a club for dofonse, al other times as a crutch. In modern times, no one needs a club for protection, since tt Is at best a very crude weapon, and feebl men who need a cane for support are very rarely met with. But canes are carried al most universally because It Is the fashion. The Mexicans first used canes In America. When the Bpanish conquered the country queor custom was introduced. The chief executive of the town carried a slick with a gold or silver head. It was a kind of seep trr. Tbe people, of course, rarely know bow ti read or write, and when any one was wanted for a crime, one of the mayor's subordinates would take the cane, find tbe culprit and place it horizontally upon tho latter's chest Tbe proceeding was equivalent to a sum mons, and the man bad to appear before tbe mayor undor the penalty of being cast Into prison. This custom waa borrowed from Spam, wbero it still prevails in tho moro im portant sections. The rano of early American history, like tbet of Biblical times, was part of the reper tory of the leaders of the church. It was the principal bodge ot the deacon. The cane was about five foet long. Ont end was embellished with a big knob, the other with feat hers. When tho small boy re belled agnlnst the straight-bock pew be got a rap on tbe bead with the uncharitable end of the cane. If tho head of the family got to dreaming about bis old English home and tbe cozy little nest In one of the shires, tbe turkey's plumsge on the deacon's cans feathered the sleeper Into mo aguin, Tbe Irish bave always been associated wltb a blackthorn stick of short and thick dimensions. They used these queer little sidearms in the Invasions of the English kings and in religious wars. It is curious to note bow fashion regu latos the size of canes. At present, fashion dictates thst csnes shall be thick and knot ty, with large heads, tbe more grotesque the better. In another year, perhaps, there will be a return to the slim cane, lit tle better than a wand, flexible and light which was In vogue ten years ago. It will doubtless be of as much service as the thick cane, since lout is of no service at alb Golden Days. . A rrmnedltaUd Insult " Qua De Bmlth is very angry at you ; be says yon Insulted him at the railroad depot the other day," remarked uosteuer no Olnnis to Ollbooly. 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